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Previously… Dr. Rosellen Makeda sets the sketch pad and crayons in front of the patient. The girl, Dr. Makeda estimates, is late teens, early 20s. The patient is covered in bruises and abrasions. Purple half moons sit beneath brown bloodshot eyes. She is Jane Doe to the hospital staff and Sheriff’s Department. Dr. Makeda, in…
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Previously… I had an active imagination as a child, but maybe it wasn't anything special. My brothers and I were homeschooled so I didn't have much opportunity to compare notes with other kids. I'm sure my interior life as a six-year-old, for instance, was the same more or less as any six-year-old's interior life. Although…
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The season was upon her, and Darla Varney was ready. She worked year-round to deliver the goods to her patrons. Plus, Darla had a reputation to maintain. A patroness of the arts herself, Darla was a maverick among fellow crafters/hobbyists who worked the circuit alongside her. Darla wasn't afraid to mix media, let's just say,…
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focus don't force. emit don't absorb. aspire don't retire. reflect don't project. Her fingers were red and calloused from the long needle and the heavy thread. Day turned to night without Darla Varney's permission. No wonder her eyes were red and dry. The strain was no good at all, so Darla turned on the floor…
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What are girls' stories? What are boys' stories? What happens if a boy likes a story a girl likes? Hey, what was the answer to the first question? Inclusion, not exclusion, encourages dialogue. We're on the right track now! But wait. I count way too many heads pushed to the margins. Let's invite them in.…
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Christmas had come and gone, and Marnie pondered hard on what she thought of 2014. She made a friend. That pretty much concluded her year-end wrap-up. Making friends was no easy feat for Marnie. She was an outgoing girl with grit and a good heart. Although her heart was good, literally and figuratively, her motor…
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The best vantage point in the house is right here under the tree. Angels and snowmen rub noses. Stars dance above my head. Blinking, twinkling ~ red-blue-green-gold ~ the colors cast circles on the floor. In the middle of all the excitement is where I like to be. Even with my eyes closed, the worlds…
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I had so much fun brainstorming screenplay ideas for Twilight origin stories. Per the official rules, I submitted five 500-character outlines for consideration. Although I wasn't one of the 40 writers chosen, the experience was well worth the effort. Below are my screenplay pitches for Aro, Benjamin, Emmett, Garrett, and Huilen. If you would like…
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Syd's Thursday morning lacked any distinguishing features from the day before. Same gloomy dawn, same bathrobe, same kitchen table, same flat expanse of brown grass and weeds that reached all the way to the horizon. Syd was in search of a better outlook on life, but she hadn't exerted a whole lot of effort of…
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A ripped jersey with the number six on the back, along with knee/elbow pads and a pair of wobbly skates, were bundled up in mothballs down in the basement. The incriminating evidence was tucked in among the Christmas decorations. Santa, Frosty, and Rudolph comprised the inner circle that knew all about Mrs. Henderson's past. Santa,…
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